2 pounds. Nice and fatty.
It's shoulder, right?
The Kube brothers' usual. Tell me about it!
How much?
2 measures.
Ah, Mr. Interligator!
- How's your wife? - Poorly.
- Roger, your muffler. - I've got it.
Butcher,
I think you've got a customer coming.
- Who's next? - I am.
- That for me? - At your service.
Put it on my bill.
We know where she keeps her bill alright!
Your turn.
Carburetor's acting up again.
That'll cost you...
The ride, plus the luggage...
How're you paying?
Lentils?
It's all I've got.
Listen, those shoes would do the trick.
Closed. That's all today.
I didn't come for that.
Anyway, I don't eat meat.
- I came about the ad. - What ad?
In the paper.
What paper?
"The Hard Times"
Look...
"Light building maintenance, odd jobs.
"Room and board, southern exposure."
It's the right place, number 129a?
Here or there, this is nowhere.
There's no neighbor hassle.
And no visitors.
Well... I must have made a mistake.
Not so fast! If I've got you right, you're looking for work?
Come here.
Turn around.
Pardon?
Turn around!
What do you weigh?
137, 140... Why?
You're no heavyweight. I've got work
but it takes muscle. - No problem!
I'm a butcher but I don't mince words.
At first view you're not the man for the job.
You don't have the bones, the chest...
I'll try you out
but you'll have to bust ass!
What a stroke of luck.
- Thanks. - Come on.
So what does the work involve?
Light building maintenance, odd jobs.
Room and board, southern exposure.
Like in the ad?
How about that? Just like the ad.
Watch it, there's a loose step. You'll fix it with the rest:
paint, electricity, cleaning...
The works!
You'll like it here.
And there's no neighbors opposite.
Hang the key there.
I'll let you get settled.
Thanks.
How're things in town?
Terrible.
With rationing, people'd eat their shoes. It's touchy.
They have no smarts.
It's a mess. And till things grow back...
They'll never grow back.
You're no optimist.
Get that into your skull, for chrissake!
Your hair isn't growing back.
Same difference.
Can't we open the window for five minutes.
I like the smell of glue.
It smells like fish. It brings back memories.
What do you think of the new guy?
You deaf?
He's skinny.
Thinking about her again?
They say she hears voices now.
Is it too much effort to put that closer?
Hi.
Hi!
Forget it, she's as deaf as a post.
If she gets lost we'll find her.
Go back home, there's nothing left.
I'm telling you there's nothing left.
You finished?
Don't stay up there. Fix the 3rd floor bulb.
- Hi, Butcher! - Hi, Postman!
- Got a parcel for your daughter. - She's here.
- Watch the step. - Mind your business!
Go for it, Marcel! Grab it!
I've got it!
Throw it here!
Postal Administration!
Article 12:
"You have 20 seconds to scatter and return to your domiciles."
Now!
You have no kids to feed.
Same for kids.
Can't you read, idiot?
- "Julie Clapet." - He's a friend.
A friend?
Here, Julie...
Sign here, Julie.
I call you Julie because I like you. But I won't rush you.
See you soon, Julie.
Here... For the ad.
At your service.
That new guy looks weird.
- An ex-circus man. - The circus?
It must be the nibbles. That's why they...
Would you care to taste them?
Yes, I'd love to.
Then 7 PM at my place, time to prepare.
- Is he after her? - After who?
Your girl. She's sure cute. She needs someone...
She's got me! Understand?
By the way, I've got news.
They shot one two days ago. A superb 30-yard moving target.
- No body? - They cart their dead away.
Vermin! They say they even eat money.
Got to get rid of them for good, see?
Those seed-eating faggots! They'll get it alright!
- Bye, Butcher. - Bye, Postman.
Think it's for tonight?
I hope so.
Goddam butcher!
I know he won't do it tonight.
He dawdles just to piss me off.
It works!
What's he waiting for?
For the new guy to escape in a garbage can, too?
How long did he last?
A week.
Not counting the bouillon.
A week!
We finished the last chunk two days ago.
I'm hungry!
I have a pit inside!
A fucking hell of a pit!
My dear Hercules...
Every man for himself...
- It's me. - Hi.
Come in.
Please, come in.
- This is for you. - Thanks.
Sit down.
Did you paint this?
Yes... It's nothing much.
I made tea.
- Shall I pour it? - Yes, please.
I hope you don't find me too forward.
Not at all. Why should I?
A girl invites you to her home... A bit improper perhaps...
Well, actually...
I wanted to thank you for this morning.
Thank me for what?
Rescuing my package on the stairs.
I was moved by your gesture.
It's only natural.
But usually people only think of themselves
these days.
It's normal. They have nothing.
They are good people.
I'm glad they like me.
They're very kind.
Things are fine with your dad, too.
I believe he thinks I'm a nice guy.
Why not try gourmet cheese spread?
- That's new! - And it's handy.
They talk to me about you.
Who?
The voices in my head.
Of course, the voices.
What do they say?
Let me think...
They talk in such a way...
Do they talk about love?
"Robert is a pervert, an ass-wipe, a panty-eater." See?
But that's not true!
Aurore, you're missing something hilarious!
Anyway, I have no choice. Here... Tomorrow at 11 sharp.
Ring! Don't let me down.
"Ass-wipe"?
Move out? What for? I've just moved in.
This place isn't that great.
It's unsanitary, the walls are crumbling, it leaks...
- Maybe you don't like me? - Me?
You act like you want me to leave.
On the contrary!
That's not what I meant.
It does that sometimes.
Did I hurt you?
I'm alright.
We really clashed.
I'm so clumsy.
Don't budge.
I'm as blind as a mole.
Everything's foggy.
I could get lost in it.
I break things so I always buy two.
You play the cello.
I play music, too.
Wait, I'll be back.
Shit, not again!
What're you doing?
- I wanted a bath. - Again?
So! You sharpen your knives enough!
- A musical saw! - It has a nice sound.
Sit down.
- I used to play with the doctor. - Doctor?
Livingstone.
Dr. Livingstone.
He was my partner.
It's rusted since he's gone.
Where did he go?
He disappeared after a show.
We only found his carcass.
They ate him.
Can you imagine? They ate him!
That night, I lost everything. So the first ad I saw...
And here I am.
I must tell you something.
Listen...
Do you know that tune?
It was his favorite.
Notice how the nights are clear?
We're entering the Virgo age. My sign.
- Really? - Sure. Virgo, ascendant Leo.
Cut it out, not everyone's Gorilla, ascendant Bulldozer.
I'm in luck, there's lots in store: "Get ready, the wind's shifting."
You'd like to pack up and leave, right?
You wouldn't get far. It's worse out there.
They draw straws.
It'd be a shame to see those hams go.
And those little sucklings...
Don't joke about that, I hate it.
You're better off here.
At least we've got a system...
Those helpers you ice are drawing straws, too.
That's Fate!
And you can't help Fate.
Just like you said:
the wind's shifting.
Everyone's gonna get it.
Mr. Louison, I'm not supposed to tell you,
but...
what happened to your friend happens here.
It takes place at night on the stairs.
That's why no one goes out.
And my father...
SLEEPING HERBS
- Hello. - Hi.
- I'm here for the springs. - Come in.
This is an antique. It's seen a lot of use.
What's the problem?
It squeaks. That's a pain.
Could you bounce a bit so I can see?
- I can't see anything. - It's mostly when we're two.
Let's try.
As I thought: 2nd spring to the right.
Come, Aurore...
We are here...
to help you...
Come...
Freed from life...
Come with us, Aurore...
Come tomorrow at 11 sharp. Ring loudly.
Rotten world...
That should do it.
- Here. - Thanks.
What are Troglodists?
Outlaws. It's the big story, but no one sees them.
Tales to keep people busy.
A typical Capricorn statement!
- You lose, I'm Aquarius. - Really?
The sign of the future.
The future...
It's soon history around here.
It's so easy to miss a step.
Don't worry about me.
You little brats, give those back!
Quit sneering or I'll whack you one!
I'll beat one with the other!
Give them back! I won't stand for it!
Nice work! How on earth
will I get it down?
This is a job for the Australian!
Australian?
The Australian.
That's some tool!
The Australian is nothing without its master.
How about that!
So, Tapioca, you find a job?
No, not yet.
That's bad news. Your bill's running up.
Not to mention the rent.
I'm in a bit of a fix. But this might interest you.
- Have a look. - Black market?
You're a louse!
But take a look.
What's that?
A rat-call. That's the female cry. It attracts males.
Useless. There are no rats left. And that?
A bullshit detector.
Try it.
Try what?
Give me some bullshit. Come on!
I can't do it on cue.
Life is beautiful.
That detector's bullshit. Turn it off!
We can't hear a thing. Look...
If you can't pay up we'll have to find a way.
Fast. Otherwise you'll wind up hooked to me.
Very funny!
What about that clown? He's been here long enough.
The whole building's on edge.
Don't care. He'll re-do the ceilings.
Meanwhile he takes root and we wither away.
I have mouths to feed.
I bet! The granny's, for instance.
Yes... Why do you mention her?
I know why.
What do you mean?
Want to pay up? Give up granny.
- Tonight. - Take it easy.
- She's one of us. the rules say... - Rules?
Age limit's a rule, too. Very soon...
she'll be too tough. - That's my mother-in-law!
Take Mrs. Interligator.
- That's what she wants! - Cut it out!
- It'll do her a favor! - Please...
Interligator needs his wife.
And he's a good tenant. He pays!
The damn rich always manage.
Your debts leave you no choice. Need I insist?
It's you, Julie...
You scared me.
Counting your money again?
Yes. Tell me...
It's rare to see you here.
That's nice of you.
So... Like your gift?
It must've cost you.
Well, yes...
Anything to make you happy.
You've loved candy since you were little.
But I don't like it anymore.
Let him go.
You always ask that.
It's the same thing every time.
Not this time.
This time's different? Look at you. I know his game.
Making your head spin with his puppy eyes, his dreams...
- There's no room for dreams. - Stop with the knife!
It's a tough world and I didn't make it.
You hate my trade but it's an art like any other.
Let him go.
And you'll go with him? You wouldn't last two weeks.
- And I won't lose you. - You lost me long ago.
TROGLODISM: AN UNDERGROUND ORGANIZATION?
Hi, girl.
Guess what? We'll play a game.
I scare you, you scream and the clown upstairs
runs down to your rescue.
Shall we start?
What's wrong?
Don't just stare!
Scream, dammit!
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